The Raccoon Fiasco Ended in Tears . . .

Well, those of you who know me on Facebook heard about the raccoon family that moved into my master bath. Over the Memorial Day weekend, I no longer heard (or SMELLED) the mama, and hadn't heard the kits, so I thought, "Hallelujah, she moved them out!" Well, Monday night I heard one lone kit crying for her mama, but didn't think much of it, as I'd heard them calling her before. But Tuesday night rolled around, and still no mama back for this kit. I had to go in to work Wednesday morning, and as I was getting ready, I realized that the mewing was coming from not my light box above my vanity, but DOWN IN THE WALL. Uh-oh! I called John A., my bug guy, who raised raccoons back in the day, and has been advising me on all this.

We pulled the wall open, and got her out! But, she was too far gone, and didn't live.

Now I need to get the chimney siding replaced, the vents put back into my soffits, and have something like a WALL built between my soffit box and my bathroom lightbox, so this never, EVER, happens again!